The Family Business

Part II

Two Months Later

It was a peculiar look that Kurt had come to know. It was the single expression Blaine made when he was angry, satisfied, curious or aroused. In this case, his pursed lips and thick eyebrows narrowed into a frown that externally displayed the older boys confused mixture of outrage and lust heated to a boiling state of jealousy. The source of his internal frustrations resonated in the portable device in his hand and the written text on its screen.

"Well, this is disappointing. What would Patrick think?" Blaine scrolled through the written conversation on his boyfriends cell phone, every so often clicking his tongue and shaking his head. "I expected more from you, Kurt."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but faltered by wrapping his arms around his knees.  There was no point in arguing. Time and time again friends and family would take Blaines side and leave him feeling like a fool. At the start of the school year Patrick chastised him when he complained about his new living quarters. "I dont feel comfortable sharing a dorm room with Blaine. I dont like the ways he acts or treats me." Kurt licked his upper lip and watched his boyfriend and roommate walk back and forth in the tiny room they shared. "Kurt, I know what is best for you, and that is Blaine."

"Oh, this is one cute." Blaine mocked a laugh and sat down at the end of Kurts bed. "He wrote: you must be the square root of two, cause I feel irrational around you." Kurt did not laugh and secretly wished for Blaine to stop behaving so strangely. "Why arent you laughing, Sweetie? When Chandler sent you that, you responded with a ‘haha. Is it no longer funny to you? Or how about this one: did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass."   

Fear and dread motivated Kurt to slide his body further up the bed and away from Blaine who was about to read his next response.

"Really Kurt? Your response to this cheap internet pick-up line is, ‘Please Chandler, Im trying to study genetics." Blaine mimicked an overly feminine voice intended to sound like its author. "He responded by saying, ‘If I were an enzyme Id be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes. Damn Kurt, are you really this slutty for overused lines?"

"T-they are jokes..." Kurt mumbled. "Were lab partners and we sit next to each other in math...He doesnt mean anything by it."

"Hmm, you like jokes." Blaine picked himself off from the bed and casually walked towards his nightstand a few feet away. "Let me give it a try.... Ill treat you like my homework. Ill slam you on the table and do you all night long. Hmm? Why arent you laughing? It was a silly joke for you."

Kurt hitched his breath when he noticed which drawer his roommate was opening. It was the ‘dirty drawer in their otherwise posh room of sophisticated grace of black and white. "B-Blaine...Its late. Im ready for bed...Im in my pajamas and my teeth are clean."

"You should have thought about that before you whored yourself out to the deans son. Better yet, you should have told him that you have a boyfriend." Blaine curved his fingers around the black remote Kurt learned to loathe. "Saturday is the school dance, and I was hoping to have you extra tight for our special night. Instead Ill have to punish you now. Come on Sweetie, you know the drill." Blaine snapped his fingers and pointed at Kurts thin pajama shorts.

Despite the fact that Blaine pointed at his shorts, Kurt removed his loose shirt first. The dorm was warmer than expected, however Kurt worried that it would be extra cold when winter came.  Unlike other dorms on Dalton campus, the special ‘suite Patrick arranged for his protégées to live in was distant from other living quarters and in an abandoned chamber in the senior library attic. They had no neighbors or wandering guests, and access to the library attic was reserved for them alone. The component Blaine enjoyed most, was the rooms silence and the inability for sound to penetrate the walls.

"Are you still wearing it?"

Kurt embarrassingly nodded his head, silently cuffing his ankles to different chains on opposite corners of his bed. Between his wide legs, the younger teen was able to recognizable the end of the black device lodged inside him. The very device Blaine carefully implanted inside him to target his prostate at the optimal angle. Part of Kurt wished he was brave enough to remove it, however punishment from Blaine was worse than short moments of resilience.

"Good boy. Lay own."

No longer embarrassed by his nudity, Kurt followed the order and placidly allowed his boyfriend to cuff his wrists to the headboard.

"Dont think I enjoy this." Blaine stripped down to his underwear. "I would rather fuck you myself, but I promised Patrick I would make your first time special, and Sweetie it wont be much longer until our special night."

"Ah!" The first wave of vibrations ignited at the press of Blaines thumb.

"Sweetie, you have no idea how beautiful you look when we do this." Blaine sat his boyfriends phone next to Kurts pillow and maneuvered his weight between Kurts legs. "I could lick every inch of you and breathe in your pleasurable moans. Isnt this better than any pick-up line?"

Vibrations increased multiple levels as Blaine adjusted the remote dial to a rapid speed. It was, after all, late and tomorrow would be a busy day with school, the homecoming football game and dance. For now, all he needed was for his boyfriend to suffer and be loud. 

"Dont think about coming without my permission." Blaine hunched over Kurts body with one hand controlling his bodys balance and the other collecting leaking release from his lover. "Do you like it when I touch you like this? Can you imagine anyone else fucking you like this?"

Another shameless moan gasped between Kurts lips and sent his body convulsing with pleasure and want. "B-Blaine..." Hot and heavy pants echoed the other mans name. There was more that he wanted to say, simple sentiments to display Blaines wicked smirk and salvage his own pride. Unfortunately, his brain and mouth could not move beyond the name. "B-Blaine! Ah!"

The sticky heat around Kurts sex tightened and quickly tugged with equal speed to the vibrations inside him. "Whos fucking you? Who is your only lover? Answer me and Ill let you cum."

There is only one right answer, and it is the only response that will give him rest and keep Patrick happy. "B-Blaine! Blaine! Ah!" Kurt screamed without fear that his cries would be heard, and he allowed these shouts to increase in volume as his boyfriend freed his orgasm.

"Oh, Kurt you made my hand dirty." Blaine playfully schooled with a slight loss of breath in his voice.  With his clean hand, he turned off the vibrations side his boyfriend and grabbed Kurts cell phone. Kurt did not realize it before but the phone screen was bright and his saved picture of Chandler Klein was illuminated. At the bottom of the screen was a timer counting up. "Oh Chandler are you still there?" Blaine happily sang into the phone, smiling down at Kurts sweaty and confused face. At the other end of the connection the raven haired teen could hear the other boy fumbling with his jeans. "Kurt is mine. Stop sending him flirty messages. There are plenty of other sluts you can fool around with." In a simple and proud act, Blaine broke the connection and sat the phone next to the nightstand lamp.    

Kurt gingerly lifted his head off his pillow and watched Blaine get off him. "B-Blaine, what did you do?"

"Do that again and Ill have Patrick revoke your cell phone privileges. He would be very upset if he knew you put me in that situation." Blaine wiped Kurts release onto a disposable handkerchief. "Go to sleep. Ill unchain you in the morning. It will be a busy day."

For the first time since they moved in together, Blaine removed the black vibrator without reason and kissed Kurts sweaty forehead. "Good night boyfriend."

...

"Why are you still at that? You made your point." Sebastian picked his underwear off his dorm room floor and tossed his used condom into the waste basket. This was not the lean teenagers first wild sex night with the youngest Anderson member and he knew it would not be the last. Sure, Blaine would huff and whine when Sebastians physical dominance took hold of him and flipped him onto his stomach, but there was never any doubt that Blaine did not like to bottom on the rare occasion and by the appropriate person - in all instances that person was Sebastian. It was neither boys intention to get rough and wild on campus, however favor turned in his direction after Dalton lost the football game and Scandals did not offer any treats worthy of Blaine or Sebastians interest. 

Blaine did not answer, but rather he leaned his naked back against the bed headboard and composed another message on the skinny cell phone. The touch of Sebastians sheets between his legs and over his sex gave a nice familiar comfort that typically only his bed offered. "I cannot believe this Chandler kid. On Friday morning after I released Kurt, he sent Chandler an apologetic message. Chandler responded by asking: ‘Do you still have energy for me? Doesnt this moron realize that Kurt belongs to me? If Kurt has energy, it is mine to utilize."

Sebastian smirked at the visible traces of jealousy his friend was expressing towards their meek classmate. Chandler Klein was not a threat. He was a nuisance and every bit as manageable as a mouse trap for mice.  "If anyone should be jealous, then it should be your betrothed who is busy playing dutiful husband in your joined room."

"Father warned me that this would happen. He didnt keep Elizabeth on a tight leash and she wandered away to someone below her class." Blaine barked as if he was in the right and his messy hair did not smell of sex. "Im not going to let Kurt slip away unless I find someone hotter and worthy to merge my fathers business with." Sebastian raised his eyebrows, pretending to be ignorant as to why their companionship could not become marital. Smythes were lawyers and a mixture between business and pleasure becomes sticky when it involves the law.  "Dont call me a sap, but Ive grown fond of him. His fear of disappointing Patrick is one sexy tool to stretch him open with. Speaking of one sexy tool..." Blaine licked his lips and motioned for his friend to come back to bed.

Sebastian did not need to hear anything else before he dropped his underwear on the floor and crawled to the lower end of the bed - lifting the satin sheet off the gorgeous body below. "What did you have in mind, Killer? Do you want to roleplay pool boy again or should we spice it up and pretend were Kurt and Chandler? Ever since you stole Kurts phone the texts have become extra saucy. Some people may even call it sexting."

The phone in Blaines hands vibrated at the same time Sebastians lips curved around his member. "Fuck yeah." Blaine tightly gripped his friends hair - pushing his sex deeper into Sebastians throat. "I didnt steal it. You did." The raven haired teen argued between deep breathes. "You stole it from Kurts bag when we were in the cafeteria this morning. Kurt thinks he lost it. I promised to find it and return it to him."

A hot tongue licked under Blaines sex and strong suction continued until Blaine released himself for the third time that evening. In the midst of the younger teens orgasm, Sebastian sneaked his hands up the bed and secretly snatched the phone he took earlier. The phone felt heavier and dirtier than before.     

"Ah, another message from Chandler to Kurt." Sebastian sat back on his knees and unlocked the phone. A lengthy text message was the first thing to appear on the clear screen. "Damn Killer, youve been texting him all day." Sebastian scrolled up until he recognized the time Blaine starting texting.  "At 7:49 this morning you wrote, "Of course I still have energy for you. After Blaine went to sleep I rubbed my cock all night - pretending and wishing it was you." Sebastian mocked Kurts voice.

"That kid is a kinky freak. I told him today, in person, to leave Kurt alone." Blaine rested his hands under his head. "Im testing to see how far he disobeys me. So far he is in for one nasty payback."

Sebastian already knew what his friend had in mind, but that did not stop him from kindling his fire of envy. "At 8:47 you wrote, ‘Ever since last night something inside me changed. I thought Blaine was able to satisfy me. Now I no longer know. What are your plans after the dance tomorrow?"

Blaine sat up to read Chandler responding message in a squeaky voice. "I dont have plans."    

"10:03 you wrote." Sebastian scooted closer to Blaine so they both could appreciate the literary contexts. "You look cute today. I know I should be paying attention in class, but I cannot help but picture us getting wild against the white board. Do you think the board is strong enough to hold you?" Sebastian rolled his eyes at the notion of Kurt topping another person and temporarily lowered the phone. "Isnt this during second hour when Kurt is in biology with Chandler? You texted Chandler during class? Wouldnt he have realized Kurt wasnt texting?"   

"They no longer sit together." Blaine smirked as if he had a secret with no intention of sharing.  "Chandler quickly responds, ‘Kurt, whats gotten into you? A few seconds later he writes back. ‘Of course it can."

 "I could do it right here and now. I dont mind a little voyeurism if you dont. Im so flexible they could use me as a prop for geometry." Sebastian laughed at Blaines attempt to be a flirty version of Kurt. "Last night after you heard Blaine and me, did you stretch yourself open?"

"Yes."

"Did you pretend it was me opening you up?"

"Yes."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No. There is a guy who kind of looks like you. He and I sometimes meet when Im feeling lonely. He isnt as nice or as soft as you." Blaine crunched his eyebrows with repeated disgust. "How does Chandler know how soft Kurt is?"

Sebastian skipped his friends question and resumed the conversation. "Who is to say Im nice in the bedroom? If I do poorly on my next test because youre distracting me, then somebody may need to be punished. Do you like to be chained and whipped?"

Blaine smiled at his dirty comment from earlier. He knew where this conversation was going and the hot mess he created in the boy threatening his property. "In that case I hope youre not nice at all.  Whips and chains? I didnt know you were into that." Blaine paused in order to lower his voice into a husky tone craving with desire. "It has always been a fantasy of mine to be chained to a bed and fucked hard."

"Blaines coming to get me. I sent something to your dorm to play with. Play with it during lunch break." Sebastian silently read Chandler later gush about his new toy and the pleasure it gave him. Blaine kept quiet and allowed his friend to speed over the messages he sent during the homecoming football game. A sore limp in Chandlers step did not go unnoticed in the large sports stadium. "After the dance tomorrow go to room 514. Blindfold yourself and chain yourself to the best of your abilities. Dont forget to wear silencing headphones. I have something special planned for you. Dont forget, dont talk to me in person. I dont want Blaine to get suspicious. Also delete these messages as you get them. I dont want any evidence." Sebastian dropped the phone to his lap and waited for Blaine to decide his next move. "Arent you going to delete it?"

"Of course, I was waiting for you to read it first." The springs in the mattress adjusted to the shift in Blaines weight. "I think we broke your mattress." Sebastian hummed, but otherwise said nothing as the other body straddled on top of him. "Do you think the guys you found can break the mattress in 514 tomorrow? I told Chandler to stretch himself prior and to be prepared for a rough evening." A dark chuckle pursued. "I never explicitly said what I have planned for him. It isnt my fault if he is expecting my boyfriend."

Another greedy kiss followed his words and experienced hands quickly became lost in his curly black hair. There was little question or wonder where their evening was heading. The night was still young and Kurt was not waiting for his roommate and boyfriend.

...

Kurt silently stood next to the dance floor, every so often caressing the Caspian blue tie around his neck and down his chest. The tie was made from a special satin that felt both expensive and foreign. It was, by standard comparison, one of the most beautiful clothing articles he has ever seen, let alone worn. The silky fabric perfectly matched his eyes and the thin strips neatly spaced on the material offered a gentle touch of hazel that helped purified the blue. From the moment Blaine presented the tie to him, Kurt knew his carefully constructed homemade ties were an embarrassment. The ties he spent Friday night sewing had their flaws and crooked lines, but they carried heart and appreciation. It was these lacking components in Blaines homecoming gift that tempted Kurt to rip it off.

"I hope you like it?" Blaine sweetly sang earlier that morning in yesterdays clothes. "I felt bad for staying out all night. I wanted make up for it by buying you something pretty. Do you like it?"

 Kurt did. How could he not love the soft fabric that complimented his porcelain skin? However, there was no price high enough to prevent him from noticing the large hickey on the shorter mans throat. A part of Kurt wanted to verbally acknowledge the proof of infidelity and terminate their relationship, in the end Kurt knew he shouldnt and wouldnt. Besides, no one would believe him, or worse they would blame him for not being a good enough boyfriend. It was not all that difficult for the willowy teen to feel Patricks disappointment against him. "Its beautiful. Y-you didnt have to."

Every emotion and hesitation plaguing Kurts face was openly appreciated by the man causing the distress. "If you rather, think of it as a homecoming gift. You dont have to say thank you. Wear it tonight with the suit Patrick sent you."

"W-what about the ties you asked me to make?" Kurt motioned to the matching emerald ties draped across his bed. On second look, his ties were worse than he remembered. One tie was shorter than the other, and the other was starting to unravel at the bottom. It was not his fault, Kurt would argue, Blaine gave him difficult fabric to work with and he did not have all the sewing equipment that he needed.

Warm hands lovingly wrapped around the younger boys neck and carefully nudge Kurt to look at him. "You did a nice attempt, but my ties are prettier and they dont make us look like twins at Sunday school." It was then Kurt noticed the tie Blaine bought for himself. The tie, unlike his own, was a healthy shade of hazel decorated with thin stripes that would match Kurt. It was beautiful.

Other than Sebastian, no one else acknowledged the decorated fabric. The arrogant tone in Sebastians voice and the spring in his step confirmed Kurts suspicions about who entertained Blaine all night. Kurt knew Chandler would appreciate the tie, however his flashy friend was keeping his distance, but oddly winking in his direction as if they had a shared secret.

A new song started in the ostentatious hotel dance hall decorated in maroon and gold. One by one teenage boys and girls began jumping and dancing to the hyper melody that Kurt did not recognize.  It was only Blaines attractive voice singing lead that caused Kurt to sway his body and pretend that this wasnt his first dance. The Warblers were not scheduled to sing all night, and once their responsibilities were done, Blaine promised to create a romantic evening that would complement a true high school experience. Kurt did not question what a true experience involved, but if it would salvage his pride and spare his body from the tortuous effects of a vibrator, he was more than accepting. After all, dances like this were supposed to be romantic and lighthearted - just like Cinderellas ball.

If Kurt had his cell phone, then he may have called or texted someone as an innocent distraction of his public isolation. Sadly, he had lost his phone, nor did he have anyone he could talk with. Patrick was not one to be phone chatty, and his short-lived friendship with Quincy ended when the twin requested payment for their hour long conversation. Instead, Kurt took another sip of the fruity punch and lazily appreciated the hotel artwork along the back entrance. It was here Kurt could not help but question the appeal of school dances. Maybe if he turned around and watched girls in pretty dresses dance and swirl with their dates, then he may have changed his mind. However, reason suggested that witnessing other peoples fun would only highlight his own loneliness.

The songs fluctuated from fast and active to slow and peaceful. It was the soothing number of a Warbler duet between Blaine and Sebastian that nearly put Kurt to sleep in the folding chair he later found. If it was not for the familiar hands on the back of his neck and knee, then Kurt could have fallen sleep on the table draped with maroon.

"Dont fall asleep on me." Blaine hotly whispered against Kurts ear. His voice felt rough with desire and high with adrenaline. "Come on, dance with me." The energetic speed in Blaines steps conflicted with Kurt exhaustive state. With careless ease, the raven haired teen pulled Kurt off his chair and away from the table.

"B-Blaine." Kurt grabbed tightly to the shoulders when he felt like the room was spinning. "I-I was almost asleep. Can you slow down for a minute?" Kurt did not want to share the sudden nausea brooding in his stomach. "Blaine?"

Loud blaring music drowned out Kurts request and Blaine personal excitement prevented him from stopping his desire to dirtily grind their bodies together. School chaperons knew better than to interfere or over step their authority.

In the distance Sebastian took a drink of punch, which has since, been spiked with alcohol. He wanted to join the dance floor, and he was more than willing to go in stag. The music was loud and he could easily steal anyones partner - including Blaine or Kurt. Or better yet, he would join Blaine and sandwich Kurt between them. The poor teen looked helplessly lost and unware of the number of people watching him or the hands on his ass. Being the gentlemen and good friend that he is, Sebastian stayed back and waited for the approaching hour where everyone would break into pairs and sneak into hotel rooms.  Unsurprisingly to his eyes, the first person to slip off the dance floor was Chandler. Twenty minutes later and he followed.   

"Blaine, are all dances like this?" Kurt asked once he regained his sense of balance. There were teens all around him and the dance moves were become wilder and sleazier. Maybe Patrick was right and Blaine was a gentleman of his time. In comparison Blaine was not sucking his neck or licking the top of his mouth, unlike many other people in attendance.

The music was not too loud for Blaine to hear Kurts question, but it was a nice excuse to avoid conversation and rub his member against the slender frame he considered his property. Were all dances like this? In his personal experiences, yes they were. "Are you ready to go?" Blaine spoke only loud enough for Kurt to understand. A quick head nod expressed Kurts eagerness to go. "Theres something I want to show you first."

Hand-in-hand Kurt followed Blaines lead as they maneuvered between numerous dance partners. More than one person smirked at Kurt and his messy tie. A cluster of girls from Crawford, with Santana in the center, went so far as to catcall at Kurts dress pants that have tightened since he first arrived.

Blaine did not say much when they left the loud bustle of music. It was in the peaceful hotel lobby where Kurt came to appreciate the soft pressure of Blaines hand on his and a gentle curve in his smile. There was no malice or ill intent in his dilated eyes, just a concerned passion that almost looked like love. Maybe this was the apart of Blaine that Patrick was referring to. Maybe the person he was looking at before was tainted by loud music and foul company.

"Where are we going?"

A large elevator door opened at the end of Kurts question, revealing a clean chamber with oak walls and marble flooring. A loving hand that did not feel like Blaines wrapped around Kurt hips and ushered the pair into the small compartment.

"Do you still want the true high school experience?" Blaine pressed a button on the elevator wall to signal his destination. It was the highest floor in the hotel.

"Isnt the dance over?"

The hand on Kurts waist squeezed inward and a chaste kiss on the cheek followed. "Were finally getting to the best part? It is like Cinderella," Blaine simplified to a reference he knew Kurt would understand. "After Cinderella and Prince Charming danced for the crowd, the prince privately danced with her in the royal gardens. Unlike Cinderella, please dont run away." Blaine lightly joked and for a minute Kurt saw a person whose company he could enjoy.

"W-why are you acting differently?"

The elevator door binged and opened to a new landing beautifully designed in white and gold. "Im not acting different. You are. Youre finally relaxed around me and no longer resisting me." Blaine smiled. "I like this version of you better."

Kurt did not feel any different and the nerves inside him sprung to life when he realized Blaine was holding a hotel key. "I-Im not acting differently."

"Yes, you are. When Patrick dropped off your suit he mentioned how proud you make him. He said that you seem more confident and comfortable. I did not understand his sentiments until just now."

Warm nerves inside Kurt quickly melted at the special praise from his grandfather. Why didnt Patrick tell him this personally? Knowing Patrick, he did not want to get sentimental in front of him. "H-he said that?" Kurt asked as if he was suffocating and Blaine was giving him oxygen. It was in this excited state that the younger teen followed Blaine into a private room lit by an artificial fire and decorated with expensive material that matched the hallway.

"Of course he said that. My father also mentioned similar praises. They are both proud of you. They are happy that youre adjusting to our way of life." Blaine released Kurts hand in order to lock the door behind him. "Patrick was particularly happy when I told him you agreed to go to the dance with me."

Kurt did not know if Blaine was lying to him or if he was imaging things, but he gladly accepted the notion that Patrick was happy because of him. Without skipping a beat Blaine utilize these tender moments of relief to guide his boy closer to the window overlooking Columbus. Bright midnight lights from the skyscrapers illuminated across Kurt and highlighted his smile. It was in this moment Kurt felt confident and comfortable - Patrick would be proud.

"You look pretty like this. Im glad youre finally relaxed around me." Blaine kissed the back of Kurts neck with both arms locked around the slender waist. He knew simple praises would help relax Kurt, but he did not believe it would work this easily. Then again, considering how easily the younger bends at another persons disappointment, he should have expected nothing less than this. Maybe from now on he would enforce Kurts behaviors with more rewards and less punishments. "Isnt this a pretty view?"

Kurt did not answer, but rather hummed into the gentle sway of Blaines touch. This is what a dance should be like: innocent, romantic and passionate. There was nothing cheap or quick about it and Kurt did not feel dirty under the romantic glow of city lights.

"Patrick is happy youre adapting to Dalton and fulfilling the proper etiquette for a boy with your class. An ignorant homeschooled child, wouldnt allow another man to touch him like this." Blaine nearly moaned his words as he tightened his hold around Kurt and motioned his hips forward. A hot kiss to the side of Kurts neck encouraged the younger teen to roll his head back.

The people in Kurts life did not approve of his homeschool education and he did not want to look like the naïve fool he knew he wasnt. "W-what would a boy of class do now...?"

It was the question Blaine was waiting to hear, and an answer he would rather physically express versus idle in wasteful conversation. "Oh, when Patrick grabs a girl like this..." Blaine glazed over any discomfort Kurt may be experiencing in regards to his grandfather and expected gender role. "He expects the girl to mold her body against his, and allow his hands to take control of her."

A sharp inhalation inflated Kurts lungs and a tempting moan threatened to break when he felt the bottom of his shirt get pulled from his under pants and a single warm hand rubbed against his low abdomen. The touch of Blaine against his skin was unlike any time before. There was gentle kindness leaking in his fingertips and a creative license to suggest that Blaine was inexperienced in subtle acts of passion. It was romantic and not artificial or made from rubber.

"Youre doing so well, Kurt..." Blaine brushed his cheek against his date - absentmindedly appreciating the soft breaths Kurt was making. "Theres nothing wrong with this. It is only scary and cold when you resist your partner. If you came like this, Patrick wouldnt have requested that I teach your body how to accept a partner. I didnt enjoy punishing you..."

Whether it be lies or truth, it did not matter. The happy delusion created in Kurts mind rid his conscience free of shame and disappointment. He did not understand where his fear of disappointment began, but now that it was gone he felt lighter and freer. All he wanted was to make Patrick proud and if submitting to Blaine created this freedom, he was not about to reject it.

"Im not a bad person, Beautiful." Hot air and wet lips kissed Kurts chin. "Everything I did, I did for you. Patrick is a particular man who wants things done his way, you know that." In a slow motion fashion, Blaine turned Kurt around and ushered the teen to the king size bed waiting for them. Kurt had forgotten all about the bed until the back of his legs pressed against the firm mattress. "If I didnt do what I did, then Patrick would still be upset with you - upset like your parents were..."

In the deepest corner of Kurts mind, he knew what snow bank Blaine was threatening to dig up. It was a place he knew existed, but chose to ignore and claim ignorance. "Blaine..." Without needing to be told further instruction, the younger teen leaned his weight against the hotel bed and slowly scooted his body backwards with Blaine caged around and crawling between his inviting legs.

"It is okay, Kurt. Youre doing everything right. Youre laying down for me. Soon you will allow me to undress you and make love to you." Blaine relaxed his hips against Kurt when the younger boy was fully stretched across the bed. "My father told me about Burt. He mentioned that your father was disgusted by you - disgusted that he spent Elizabeths entire pregnancy unsure if you were his or someone elses. He was disappointed that you did not look him and you favored dolls over trucks...."

"B-Blaine..." It was not true, Kurt convinced himself over the years. His father was a good man, even Patrick believed that.

Blaine kissed his lovers tender cheek dampened by a single salty tear. "Im not disgusted in you. I never will be." The heat coming from Blaine welcomingly warmed the body below. "As for you mother...father explained that she was ashamed of you. Ashamed that your birth nearly ended her marriage and it spread rumors regarding her virtue. Dont worry Love, Im not ashamed of you...nor is Patrick anymore."

Disappointed. Disgusted. Ashamed. A trifecta of self-loathing that clouded Kurts conscience to a point of near decay. It was only the tiny glimmer of another persons pride that prevented Kurt from completely breaking. "All I want is to make people proud of me..." Kurt hated how low his voice was and how small he felt.

"And they are..." Blaine smiled down. "You are becoming the person everyone wanted you to be. Youre choosing the path your mother regretted not taking. Youre the person your father wished he was; and youre becoming the grandchild Patrick always wanted." 

"H-how?"

Blaine did not answer right away, unlike Cinderella, his date was not about to leave him. "For starters..." Blaine trailed his words and reached for the satin tie he purchased with the hope to eventually remove. "You trust Patricks judgement in me. You trust me to take care of you, and you believe that I will. Whether it be business or lovers, Andersons take care of their property."

The tie Kurt previously admire was pulled from around his neck was discarded to the plush cream rug surrounding the bed. "Im not different. You are...youre being nicer..."

"If I seem nicer, then it is okay because I like you like this." One-by-one Blaine unbutton Kurts black jacket and white shirt below. Milky flesh and tiny nipples basked under the city lights and fire glow. Dare Blaine call this situation romantic? The closest he had ever been too romantic was a repeated Valentine rendezvous with Sebastian in this very hotel. Even then his time with Sebastian involved high amounts of alcohol and half-dressed bodies. "Im always nice. It was you who made me appear mean."

Kurt leaned upwards to give Blaine better access to remove his jacket and shirt. Embarrassment of Blaine seeing him naked expired to a standard norm that seemed strangely appropriate. In the beginning he resisted and cried as shame released from his sex. Now he waited for his raven haired boyfriend to do as he pleased and later share good word to Patrick. Today there was a new element of excitement ticking inside him that left him guessing. Where were Blaines dirty toys? Was Blaine going to give him another massage? "What are you going to do?"

"Im going to give you a true high school experience - an experience that Patrick wants you to have. The experiences that your homeschooled education never would have allowed." Blaine spoke as he discarded his hazel tie and black jacket. His dilated eyes never broke contact on the pink cheeks flushed with lust. "It is time we consummate our relationship. Many of our classmates are doing the same."

Lips against Kurts mouth dropped to his chin, neck and chest, leaving a tiny trail of saliva in its path. "Blaine..." Experienced lips captured in its own delight journeyed further down Kurts abdomen as talented hands unbuckled the black belt around the narrow waist. With the removal of the belt, Blaine undid Kurts pant buttons and zipper. It was only a matter of time before Kurt lifted his hips and allowed his pants and underwear to be removed in one pull. "W-what are you going to...use?"

"Myself." Blaine stated as if the answer was obvious. "The toys we practice with are smaller than me, but dont fret. Ill be gentle."

...

True to Blaines word, he was gentle and the rock of his hips against Kurt happened at a slow pace that allowed Kurt the ability to appreciate the full length inside him. In between sweet words of praise, the shorter teen on top kissed the back of his lovers neck and continuously tangled their fingers together. The sounds they made, the moans they gasped in pleasurable busts carried rich passion that Kurt did not believe possible. Once they were done lips, teeth and hands reestablished the teens demand for more and their bodies positioned themselves for another go. It was ultimately the breakage of morning light on Kurts face that explained the passage of time and the exhaustive weight lagging in his body.

"Patrick would be proud." Blaine pressed the thin body against his chest and kissed a pale shoulder. "You did that like a true Henderson."

The recipient of the praise dazed into a restful slumber. Maybe things would change when he woke up, but for now he felt loved, worthy and happy.

...

"Blaine...Im still a little sore..." Kurt felt the need to whisper when he stepped off the elevator and walked into the private hotel lobby hosting a complimentary breakfast. The large room with tall ceilings looked as posh and glamorous as the hotel rooms themselves. Left and right Kurt saw fellow classmates and girls he knew to be from Crawford. Nearly everyone was sporting lazy smiles, messy hair and wrinkled clothes from yesterday. Thankfully Blaines organized nature packed a second set of clothes for them to wear on Sunday morning. The clothes, attractive in their own right, were extra tight on Kurts body and uncomfortable against his sore buttock. "Blaine, can we walk a little slower?"

They were not walking all that fast, however any movement shot inside Kurt with hot waves of pain. "This is perfectly natural." Blaine innocently kissed his boyfriend. A part of Kurt feared Blaine would revert to his former self in the light of day, however so far, he was every bit as proper and respectful "I know what you like for breakfast. Ill make you a plate at the buffet. Go sit at that table over there and save me a seat."   

Kurts eyes followed the direction Blaine was pointing towards. It was to a small round table of four seats. Three of the chairs were unoccupied. The fourth was claimed by Chandler who looked uncommonly pale and internally distraught by something Kurt could not see.

"Y-you want to sit by C-Chandler? You dont like him..." Kurt quickly looked away when he saw his classmate look up with wide pink eyes.

"I dont dislike anyone. Chandler did upset me when he threatened to take you from me. I have since overcome it."

Kurt could feel the heat of Chandlers eyes watching him. The pressure of Chandlers presence was different than before, it was less innocent and more demanding. If Kurt did not know any better, then he would have guessed that he owned his friend an apology or a favor.

"Dont be rude Gorgeous, he is waiting for you." Blaine offered another kiss on the lips and a lingering squeeze on the waist. "Ill join you in a minute."

Kurt did not try and look at Chandler until Blaine walked away. When he did he saw pain and jealousy, additional reasons that delayed Kurt from advancing polite morning greetings. "H-how are you...?" Kurt managed to ask when he was close enough to speak. The plate of food before Chandler remained untouched and growing cold. "D-did you enjoy the dance?"

Chandler did not answer right away, but rather stiffened his shoulder and wiggled his lower body. A sharp gasp resulted from the sudden change. "Youre still dating Blaine." It was not a question. "Even after...I allowed you to...do what you did..."

Everyone was preoccupied with their private conversations and breakfasts to notice the two teenagers struggling with their own physical aches and internal confusion. Whether it be wise or not, Kurt gingerly sat on the chair directly across the table from Chandler. "Are you okay? You look sick?"   

"You and Blaine make a great couple." Chandler spat and slammed both fists to the table. "He is a slut and you are a whore. The only difference being that he isnt sexually shy in public and a violent beast in bed."

A boy, Kurt did not know or recognized smirked in their direction and winked at Chandler. "Shh...what are you talking about?"

"Stop acting so innocent, and I dont care about your privacy anymore. Let Blaine hear the truth, and I hope he dumps your sorry cheating ass." The shorter boy waved his hands and accidently knocked over his orange juice. "I would have been okay with everything you did to me...even the piercing, but to see you with Blaine...still...."

Chandler was crying stronger and harder than Kurt ever saw another person do. A heavy weight dropped in his stomach and nausea replaced the empty void. Before Kurt was able to regain moisture in his mouth and speak, Blaine placed two plates on the table. The smell of eggs amplified the sickness in his stomach. "All your favorites." Blaine sweetly kissed his boyfriend on the lips.

"Blaine," Chandler huffed and whipped his nose with his shirt sleeve. "Your boyfriend fucked me all last night and all this morning. He chained me to a bed, blindfolded me and didnt free me until I passed out from all the pain."

The churning in Kurts stomach stilled and a hacky cough broke from his mouth. Blaine carried a calmer response that completely expressed his disbelief in the falsehood. "You are incorrect. Kurt was with me all night and morning. He went to sleep in my arms and it was there that he woke up. Whatever sexual shenanigans you got yourself into does not involve my boyfriend."

Chandler did not fold or change his belief. "You must both be in on it together then! I have evidence..." Evidence manifested into his cell phone, only to be deteriorated when the shortest boy realized he deleted all his sexy messages as instructed. "No...no...I have evidence....I can get it back...The box! The box you sent to my room on Friday." The box did not have Kurts name on it, but that did not stop Chandler from claiming it as viable evidence of his charges.   

"Im afraid I do not know what you are talking about." Blaine kept a straight face and ever so calmly stabbed his fork into the scrambled eggs on his plate. "Have you ever been tested for, you know, hallucinations or anything of the sort?"

Kurts mouth was dry as sandpaper and his tongue felt heavier than lead. Here Blaine was being calm and speaking matters he knew to be the truth. It was now his friend who was acting out of character. Was this how Patrick always saw the world and his vision had finally been corrected with the lenses of a Henderson?

"Im not crazy!"

"Im afraid I do not know how to help you, Chandler. Ive been told that admitting your problems is the first step to recovery."

Chandler narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth together as he thought through his desired insult. There were many pleasant scenarios racing through his mind, and the longer Blaine innocently stared at him, then the stronger the colors in his imagination became. In one corner of his mind was the heavy yearning to take the very fork on his plate and stabbed into Warblers throat - he would then twist the instrument and dig it in further until he was able to rip out the singers famous vocal cords. Chandler would be denying the completion of his fantasy if he did not recognize the heat growing in his groin and his ever yearning lust towards the willowy figure staring at him with a tempting mouth and doe eyes. It would not take much for him to pound his weight into the frail body that proved to be anything but fragile. Who cared if anyone watched them, in fact, he would enjoy showing them.

"Hey chaps."

The tingling itch in Chandlers fingers and sex threatened to turn cold when a forth figure appeared. However, Sebastians cocky grin and confident strut only added fuel to the fire inside him. Wherever there was Kurt, there was Blaine; and wherever Blaine went Sebastian followed. Together they were like Cerberus - guarding and preventing him from his happiness.

"Look what I found?" Sebastian waved Kurts missing phone. "Per our promise..."

There was no promise that Kurt was aware of, but that did not lessen the assured grace of Sebastian from securing the back of his neck and leaning over for a tender kiss typically reserved for lovers. The softness of Sebastians lips against his own were nice, warm and strangely familiar with Blaines mouth - unashamed to praise him and satisfied by the person he had become. A sharp and loud huff from across the table stopped Kurt from allowing the kiss to continue. 

"Really Kurt! Youre fooling around with both of them!"

Sebastians smile did not falter at Chandlers tantrum, nor did it suggest he was trying to encourage such a response. "I found a group of guys joking about a twink upstairs who took it up the ass all night. I dont know who the twink is, but it would appear that he made every Dalton wrestler a very happy boy." Unnecessary for purpose of his story, the tallest boy reached for Kurts glass of juice and took a drink. "I recognized the phone and I remembered Kurt complaining that he lost his. Youre welcome Gorgeous." Kurt did not say thank-you, but gingerly reached for his property that no longer felt like his own. "I guess the team wanted to try something new and they used your contacts to connect with some of your friends. Im glad youre okay." Another kiss tapped against Kurts lips and emerald eyes stared down his pupils.  

"W-w-what?" Blaine raised one eyebrow and watched Chandler adapt to the turn of the story. "N-no I was talking with K-Kurt...It was Kurt...."

"On this phone?" Sebastian eagerly accepted the bait that Blaine allowed him to play with. "Any messages from this phone was made by people curious to try a twinks ass."

Kurt considered what words he was going to speak, but stopped when snake likes arms belonging to different people coiled around his waist and over shoulders. He could taste Sebastian on his mouth and smell Blaine in his breath. Blaines finger marks were bruised on his hips; however, it was Sebastian who was smoothing the tenderness. Both of their colognes were in the air and their voices were vibrating next to his ears. It was scary, intoxicating and mildly exciting.

"Take this as a warning." The degree of concern in Blaines voice did not match the strictness in his eyes. "Be careful with whom you speak. You never know for certain what people are capable of or what they are after, and Im not only talking about Scandals." Chandler paled at the mention of the bar he occasionally visited. "I wont say who did it, but there may be a picture circulating with you sitting on a bar stool and flirting with men your fathers age. Your bathroom fuck buddies faces may have been blurred out, however there is no denying who you are. I really hope your daddy the dean never sees it...."

"B-Blaine..."

"Shh Beautiful." Blaine kissed Kurt to signal that he was not finished speaking. "As for you Chandler, I hope you do what is best for yourself. For starters you may want to get tested...and Im no longer talking about a psychological test. After that...make better decisions. One wrong move and your secret life may end up on your daddys desk. I would hate for that to happen, especially now that were all friends."

Neighboring tables continued their breakfast without so much of a second glance at Chandlers trembling lips or Kurts confused expression. "You are all freaks!" Chandler huffed and frantically pushed his chair back. "All three of you, stay away from me."

"And here I thought we were friends." Sebastian and Blaine whined at Chandlers directed insult.

It was between his boyfriend and friend that Kurt stared at his knees and pretended that Chandlers verbal attack did not affect him. He did not want to be weak, however with Blaines heat pressed against him, it felt okay to be small.

...

Eight Years Later

Patricks age was a mystery to many. It was his seventy-sixth birthday yet he carried the youthful charisma and appearance of someone a third of his age. Rumors were starting to spin that a single grey hair was found on his head, however the suspicion was receiving less respect than the accused wrinkle once claimed to have formed on his forehead. Patrick would be forever young to the world, and it was Blaines hope that Kurt would share his grandfathers youth for all his years to come. The only sign of aging within the man, was his ever growing concern over his grandson and business. "When was the last time you and Blaine discussed marriage? Does Blaine speak of marriage? Are you still being a good boyfriend to him? Are you serving his needs in the bedroom?"  In the beginning Patrick would ask his grandson these questions on occasion. Any more they have turned into a daily affair with the same answers each time. "I dont remember when we last talked about marriage. No, he doesnt mention marriage to me. Im trying to be a good boyfriend and do good boyfriend things. We dont have to join family companies. I can take over your business."  The last statement only increased Patricks concern of his fathers self-made company and his life work. "Someone like you doesnt have the strength to run the family business. Your involvement is to help double its size through marriage. I have a lot of hope in you. Dont let me down."

Kurt refused to let his grandfather down. He would do what was expected and be the good boyfriend Blaine wanted, even if that meant surrendering all pride and losing himself in the heated world of sweat that left him with a thirsty itch for more. Such a place was securely planted between his boyfriend and respected lover. If this is what Blaine wanted, then so be it. 

"Shit!" Sebastian did his best not to bite into Kurts shoulder, but instead extended his burning lust by pounding deeper and scratching his fingers up the slender chest. Under the milky flesh his chin rested on was the arousing imagine of Blaine cherishing the friction he and Kurt were bedding against him. In hindsight getting Kurts body adapted to two men was not all that difficult. The youngest man may act indifferent towards the concept, however a special shade of pink always brightened his cheeks whenever two men worked him opened. Then again, maybe Sebastian was imaging things.  "Shit-shit."

Hands Kurt knew belonged to Blaine curved around his hips and greedily pushed him down - demanding more depth and heat to engulf his sex. The sudden shift in position challenged Sebastian to push Kurt downward and against Blaines chest while he thrust his own weight inside the tight entrance.

"S-slow d-down..."

"Cant." Blaine mumbled in a breathless pant. He did not feel guilty. This is not Kurts first rodeo and they were doing nothing out of the ordinary. "So good. So fucking good."

The log framed bed supported the mens combined weight with appropriate strength, and much to Kurts thankfulness, the springs in the mattress did not squeak from the abundant pounding happening from above. When Patrick invited the Anderson family to his Colorado cabin for his birthday party and early Christmas celebration, Kurt knew he would end up naked and coiled in Blaines bedsheets with gentle snow falling outside. In all his wildest planning he did not expect Sebastian would tag along and test fate with Patrick or Nathanial hearing them. In the end Kurt knew Nathanial would not care, or in the more likely case, he would be too preoccupied and making similar noises with his latest girlfriend to hear them. Patrick on the other hand would surely not approve, and Kurt did not want to feel that added weight to his walk of shame.

"Thats it!"

"Fucking yes!"

Neither man cared if Patrick heard them defiling his grandson, on his birthday or in his property. As Sebastian once said: "This is a part of the fun."

"Come on Sexy." Someone formed a fist around Kurt and generously spread both lubrication and pre-cum alongside the appendage. "Scream for us. Scream like you always do."

"Shh...shh...!" Kurt wanted to keep his voice down and unheard by his aging grandfather, however a firm tug of his sex and a separate set of hands pinching his nipples made silence an impossible task. "Yay!"

"Louder. Louder."

Pounding and thrusting in opposite direction continued until a cascade of orgasms trickled upwards starting with Blaine going to Kurt and ending with Sebastian. Kurt immediately collapsed on top of his publically declared boyfriend. Sebastian rolled onto his side and dazed at the magnificent woodwork on the cabin ceiling. It was his third favorite sight in Colorado, just below his bedroom view of the San Juan Mountains and his lovers faces in the heated moment.

"Are you sore, Sweetie?" Blaine, being the good boyfriend that he believed himself to be, whispered against Kurts face and offered a chaste kiss. "It will be better for the rest of the trip. Bas has to go back to Ohio later today."

Kurt did not answer, but rather comfortably straddled his weight against Blaine and absentmindedly purred to the sweet words of validation rocking him to sleep. "You are my good boy. My very special boy with both beauty and the more important commodity - wealth."

...

The late afternoon snow ended in time for Sebastians flight back home, and the cool crisp air revealed a stunning view of the night sky unaffected by city lights. If it was not for Nathanials girlfriend hysterically giggling in the living room, then he may have completely forgotten about his grandfathers birthday or Blaines special surprise.  Now more than ever, Kurt had no special interest to study astrology or travel to space. All he wanted to do was stare lost at the floating diamonds and accept the truth that he would never be able to touch them. The best part of this plan was the fact that no one was expecting him to become a space traveler, and this was a nice feeling. Once he leaves the dark kitchen nook and returns to the fire lit living room he would be reminded of his impending responsibilities and requirements to stay in everyones good grace. The upmost weight on his shoulder was his naked ring finger and Patricks growing frustration on his protégée that he spent effort training to become a perfect house-husband versus a stern CEO. "Is there anything me missed in your training? Can you not cook well? Clean well? Host a party? How are your skills with children? Blaine was supposed to propose last year." Kurt never knew the answer to these questions and his return volley was always a greater effort to impress Blaine - something his earlier relationship with the young Anderson never required. Kurt did not know any more if his added relationship with Sebastian was helping his self-worth or lowering it.

"Kurt." Nathanial shouted from the living room and over his newest lovers laugh.  "Were all waiting for you."

There was only one correct response in the mountain cabin. "O-okay..." Kurt looked over his shoulder and nervously looked at the bright corner that lead to his grandfathers birthday celebration. It was rude to exclude himself from the celebration, but an unknown dread lurked inside him and told him to hold on tightly to the cold window ledge. Maybe it was the same discomfort that drove him out of the room in the first place. By discomfort, Kurt was referring to the petite chestnut haired woman sitting on Nathanials lap.

A halfhearted research attempt on the internet revealed the girls name to be Melissa White. Her natural hair color is blond and her eyes are brown, however a week after meeting Nathanial her hair darkened to a familiar Henderson shade and blue contacts transitioned her eyes to something that mirrored Kurts. As if Nathanials perverted attempt to mock the deceased was not enough, he introduced his young temptation as Beth - coincidentally the same nickname he referred to his all-time love. Patrick did not appear uncomfortable by the delusion his friend was living. Kurt, however, was only able see a half-dressed woman who resembled his mother.

"Kurt, where have you been?" Melissa politely asked once Kurt stepped out of the dark and into the fire lit living room made from fine oak. A short pink dress with a low neckline contrasted against the maternal grace she was attempting to cater.  "I was getting worried about you?"

"W-why?"

"Now-now Kurt, no need to get upset. Beth means well."

Her name is not Beth. Her hair color is dyed and her irises are false. She is wearing patterns his mother would, but with particular cuts that revealed more than Elizabeth Henderson would ever dare. However, there was no point in Kurt arguing a topic he knew he would lose and no doubt ruin Patricks birthday.

"Happy birthday, Grandfather." The youngest boy greeted and gingerly walked across the grand room and towards the fire mantle.

Patrick smiled at his grandson and the fine person he had become. Kurt was tall, slender and he carried the Henderson grace with proper respect. "Thank you, child. Blaine was just about to say something. Werent you Blaine?"

"Yes, Patrick." Kurt cast a side glance at the younger Anderson. Dark shadows outlined his long eyelashes and short hair stubbles alongside his chin expressed a level of maturity that Kurt lacked in physical appearance. "You, my father and I made an agreement five years ago and we all came to an agreement regarding our contract. I understand I may have been lacking in my involvement, do trust I have my reasonings." Blaine stuffed his hands into his fitted jeans and slowly strutted towards Patrick before making a tangent to Kurt. The pull of Blaines eyes helped turn his young lover away from the fire. "Wedding planning can be stressful and it can cause the faint of heart to develop cold feet. Given your grandchilds nature, I didnt want to take any chances that may cause him to run - it wouldnt be good for business or your family name."

Patrick made a stern grunt in response. Dare Kurt say that the grunt felt directed at him. "In deed, it would not have been good."

Blaine slowly licked his upper lip in both an arrogant attempt to weaken Kurts knees to surrender and foreshadow where his lover would eventually fall before him. Despite the lustful vision of Kurt basked in enticing firelight, he never faltered in his conversation with Patrick. "Im sure a boy like Kurt has been planning his wedding since childhood - he probably has a special book hidden in his room with his favorite wedding patterns and color schemes. I do feel awful in taking this joy away from him. I hope that my wedding gifts to him makes up for it."

Wedding patterns, colors and gifts were familiar words that turned from sweet to sour in Kurts mouth. Yes, he wanted this is, but something was lacking in the marriage Blaine was introducing: love and trust. "W-wedding?"

"Dont worry, Kurt." Nathanial spoke with both arms wrapped around his lovers waist. "I helped him plan your wedding. Im sure you will approve of our choices."

The older Anderson did not calm Kurts nerves in the slightest. When did Blaine propose to him? When did he say yes? Or was his answer condensed to Patricks signature on the contact Blaine referred to earlier?

"It is only a wedding Kurt." Patrick picked himself up from his chair. A noticeable burden had been lifted off his shoulders and a relaxed smile brightened his face as wishful thinking became reality. "Im sure Blaine will give you more freedom in your marriage. Son, what day did you set?"

Blaine grabbed Kurts left hand and presented the engagement ring snuggled in his pocket. "The set date is the Saturday after Christmas."

"T-this Christmas...in a week..." A smooth and cold piece of shiny metal slid up Kurts ring finger with perfect ease and tightness. "Are we engaged?" There was no air in Kurts lungs - only tightness and the fading ability to stand up straight. He became engaged without a proposal. His hand had been given when he was still staring at his feet.

Nathanial smiled and Patrick stood with pride and with a firm hand clasped on Blaines shoulder. "Of course Beautiful. Its not like you can say no to us. I hope you like surprises, there is more to come... a lot more...." Kurt did not like the way his fiancé pronounced his words - it left his mouth dry and his body awkwardly exposed. Patrick may not know what his future surprises held, however judging from Blaines certainty and Nathanials humor, the concept of a surprise was not a bluff and it would most certainty transform the freedom he thought he had.    

...

Five Years and one Month Later

"Happy birthday, Elizabeth!" Kurt playfully shouted against his daughters ear - keeping his voice low enough to prevent his daughter from covering her ears in pain, but loud enough for the five-year-old to understand his exaggerated joy. "Make a wish and blow out your candles!"

Elizabeth Anderson wiggled her small body off her fathers lap and energetically extinguished the five burning candles on her pink frosted cake. White, pink and green balloons and streamers beautifully decorated the family room in the ostentatious mansion Blaine bought as a wedding gift for his young husband. An uphill estate with a virtually unlimited allowance to decorate it with was not the only present Blaine endowed his husband with. "Do you remember Quinn from high school? She agreed to be our surrogate. She is already eight months pregnant with our baby. Surprise!"

Kurt was still recovering from his month long honeymoon in the tropics before a small baby with hints of curly raven hair was handed over to him. She fit nicely in his arms and offered an endless excuse to distance himself from his husband who spent many nights traveling for work and leisure. Kurt did not mind, he and Elizabeth became a team with unconditional love with necessary paternal discipline to keep matters respectable. Elizabeth adored her daddy Kurt and unknowing questioned her papas role in life. Papa Blaine did not spend much time with her, but grandpa Nathanial once told her that papa will pay more attention to her when she is older.

"Daddy, did you see that!" Black candle smoke polluted over the cake. "I blew them all out!"

"Good job, Sweetie."

Elizabeth smiled and repositioned herself on Kurts lap before her younger brother Nat developed any idea to steal her seat. In her justification, it was not fair that papa allowed Nat to stand between his legs as he sat on the adjacent kitchen chair. If anything she should be papas favorite - they look like. Nat is the one who resembles daddy more closely. Unless that is how papa decided who his favorite would be.

"What did you wish for?" Blaine engaged in the conversation he could not help but feel excluded from. The jealous look in his daughters eyes modeled the disgust he felt all those times his father favored Kurt as a child. Good, Anderson blood thrives on hot emotions. If Elizabeth is to take over the family business one day, she would need to ultimately become a hardhearted Anderson queen and not a simpleminded Henderson princess.

Sebastian immediately interjected before his God-daughter could speak up. "Dont answer that Lizzy. If you tell someone your wish, then it wont come true."

Wide hazel eyes stared at her God-father with humorous disbelief. "Theres no such things as magical wishes. Daddy is only being silly, he does that sometimes."

Blaine and Sebastian openly laughed at the childs innocent criticism towards her daddy. It did not help that both older men commonly referred to Kurt as ‘silly in front of the children.

"Cake..." Stewart Smythe pointed his chubby finger towards the pink birthday dessert. "Eat." Stewart resembled his father - Sebastian young and pretty husband as closely as Elizabeth and Nat did their biological parents. Sebastians second child, a daughter less than a month old, held every promise to inherit Sebastians good looks and charms.

The rest of the dinner celebration passed with simple ease, and one by one the younger children feel asleep as cake settled in their stomachs. Elizabeth continued to run herself in circles until she too collapsed into a nap. Kurt appreciated the silence to clean up the party mess, while Blaine and Sebastian excused themselves to the study next to the library. With each dish Kurt rinsed, he secretly hoped that Sebastian was tiring his husband from any bedroom games tonight may have in store. Blaine was becoming more daring these days and restoring strange objects to their wild bedroom time together.

Upstairs and away from everyone else, Blaine closed the study door and handsomely smirked at his good friend. Time and age was being generous to the two men - they both looked stronger, wiser and more equipped to handle life struggles. The greatest sign of maturity between the two, was their ever growing concern for future legacies and respectable heirs. What once dictated their fathers conversations was now their own, and the time they used to spent fooling around in strangers beds had been exchanged for future planning.

"Ive been thinking about Stewart and Annabelle..." Blaine made himself comfortable on his favorite leather covered chair. The shorter man would not be the first to admit it, but he enjoyed the rustic theme Kurt decorated his private study with. "You have two heirs. Both wont inherent your law firm. You only need one. What is your intensions with the other?"

"I have my spare. Something you should get, and I dont mean Nat. He has the guaranteed promise to be as weak as his father." Sebastian insulted his God-son without a second thought. The truth is the truth, and far as he could tell, this was the truth. "If you were wise, then you would plant your seed in a woman with good breeding - get yourself a spare in case Elizabeth disappoints."

Blaine did not defend his son, the adorable toddler who smiles at him like the sun. Nathanial Anderson Junior was a special homage he made to his father: his name filled with Henderson blood. Nat was the special child Nathanial Senior always wanted with Elizabeth Henderson. "Nat will be a pretty partner for your Annabelle to marry one day. My question is this: do you think Stewart will be a boy who can follow my Elizabeths lead in business?"

"Excuse me? Neither of my children are followers. They are leaders."

"Come on, Stewart still drinks from a bottle and Annabelle cannot hold her head up." Blaine stated as if these simple facts would prove his point alone. "Right now they are neither leaders nor followers, they are blank slates waiting for someone to paint them. Im training Elizabeth to become independent and I coddle Nat for a reason - your Annabelle will thank me one day." Sebastian raised his eyebrow as his only means of conversation. "Lets be honest with ourselves, other than each other there arent any suitable partners for our children to marry. We were our parents only heirs. It wouldnt have been appropriate to us to marry and combine our businesses. Now there is no sense to dilute our companies with inferior families when we can keep it together. Elizabeth and Stewart can take over Anderson-Henderson Real Estate, and Annabelle and Nat can continue Smythe Law. It works beautifully."

Sebastian did not say anything, but rather started at the Anderson-Henderson family photo taken less than a year ago. Kurt did not look any different than from high school, he was still the same pretty boy who bashfully undressed himself for a massage. It was a fun and delicious treat for him to watch. "Is Kurt aware of your intentions?"

"Of course not." Blaine scuffled at the question as if it was ridiculous. "Patrick trained Kurt to know his place in my household and in my bed. He is the perfect partner to help me strengthen our family companies. He is the kind of partner people like us need to marry for personal satisfaction and advancements. My father and Patrick planned Kurts and my futures when we were young, look how great it turned out. Dont you want the same for our own children and their future securities?"

Sebastian stared deeper at the picture of Kurt Anderson on Blaines desk. It has been over three months since the three of them embraced each others warmth under bedsheets - he missed it. His husband was less enjoyable to pound into and not tailored to meet his social needs. It would be nice if his children were able to find a suitable husband and wife. "What if Stewarts wants to study law? What if Elizabeth chooses something other than business? Then what?"

"Then you train Stewart to choose business. Im already coaching Elizabeth to think like an Anderson." Blaine reached into his top desk drawer and pulled out two cigars. "Speaking of an Anderson spare, I allowed Kurt to choose our next surrogate. She is seven months pregnant with twins - a boy and a girl. If Elizabeth disappoints, then I have my heirs and your children will have more partners to choose from when they are older."  Blaine lit both cigars and handed one over to his friend. "The family business is a living organism that needs special love and care. Wouldnt you agree?"

Sebastian accepted the smoking treat from his friend. Very rarely did either man smoke, when they did it was normally after a childs birth. These cigars may be premature for the twins birth, then again, they were celebrating something different today. "Family business is important. It would be disappointing if we allowed it to go to waste." 

...

The End